Family Pet

I was six years old when I scooped up the eight-week old yellow lab out of her crate and ran after my mom pleading that we buy the dog. The last thing my mom had intended to do that day was buy a dog. I remember her continuing to refuse to buy the dog. I turned to my dad with sad eyes and asked him pretty please with a cherry on top to get the dog. He could not resist, so we left the Saturday flea market with a new addition to our family. I decided to name my new furry friend Katie, after my best friend. She was a half Yellow Lab/ half Golden Retriever. Looking at her you would think she was Labrador with her short yellow hair, big black eyes, and floppy triangle shaped ears. I would spend hours dressing Katie up in my dolls clothes and scooting her around the house in a baby stroller. In my eyes she was a real-life doll.

As she grew out of baby doll clothes we moved onto to bigger and better things. I introduced her to the backyard and we began playing fetch all day. Then, I realized that if I hid somewhere in the backyard she would find me, so that began our many years of playing hide-and-seek. When Katie and I were not playing I would sit with her and talk to her about everything going on in my life. She was my true companion. No matter what I said or did she would always protect me and stay by my side. 

Katie would eat my vegetables for me at dinner as I slyly slid them under the table for her. She was my partner in crime. She would protect me from other neighborhood dogs as we went on our daily walks. Katie went and got my mom when I fell off my bike in the driveway and busted my knee. Time and again she proved to be my loyal companion, never letting me down.